Two very evil authors

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Fic later. Now, recs for the people who are making me write it.

First of all, I've mentioned guede_mazaka's The Black Road before. Now she wrote an extra not-quite-epilogue that shorted out my brain rather neatly.

(In return, I owe her Van Helsing angelic party fic.)

And second, the usual suspect. In the Name of, the story that'll make you see just why adore the Tanz vampires so much. Because they can, in utterly plausible ways, kick anyone's arse. No, honestly - you really, really don't need to know anything about Tanz to read this crack. But I don't guarantee sanity afterwards.

(In return, I owe her Herbert ficlets galore, as soon as I come up with enough pretentious German titles.)

In related news, I still can't decide which is weirder as OTP: Dark!Harry Potter/Stockholm-syndrome!Lucius or Herbert von Krolock/Spike. H/S is way fluffier, though. And more blood. *gives up and ships both*

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Re: Gah! *De-invisiblifies on AIM!*

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Resting her chin on top of von Krolock’s head as he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips softly, Dawn’s gaze was fixed on Herbert. “If your personalities clash again,” she said pleasantly. “I’ll be cranky. You don’t want me cranky.”

Both of the younger vampires, however, were watching Herbert’s father, who seemed so at ease with the young mortal’s closeness and easy intimacy.

“Think I can see someone who wouldn’t mind it,” William volunteered, shying back a little when dark eyes flicked open and locked on his face. Von Krolock’s upper lip curled slightly, baring a flash of a fang.

Dawn made a face at them both. “I’m gonna tell Buffy the same,” she said, one of her thumbs moving in a circle on von Krolock’s palm. “You guys start killing each other and sooner or later, I’ll have no one left and... well... that would suck.”

Re: Gah! *De-invisiblifies on AIM!*

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“I concur,” von Krolock murmured, tilting his head to kiss the inside of the girl’s slim wrist.

In Herbert’s loose embrace, William went rigid.

Looking down, puzzled, Herbert followed William’s stare, then saw what the young vampire had seen. His own jaw dropped, his hand tensing on William’s shoulder. If he had been surprised by the mark on his father’s throat, it was doubled at the sight of the bite-mark adorning Dawn’s wrist.

“Nibs...”

Her eyes half-closed, Dawn’s cheek was resting against von Krolock’s hair, her expression as quietly blissful as his was. One side of her mouth pulled up and she forced an eye open. “Mm?”

“You... er... got something on your wrist...”

Tilting her head to look down at her wrist, albeit reluctantly, Dawn’s smile was one of satisfaction. “Yup.”

“I cannot help but notice,” Herbert added, his voice reflecting his confusion more than he would have otherwise liked. “That you also still have a pulse...”

His father’s dark eyes snapped open, fixing him with an icy gaze that made William flinch back against his arm.

Lowering her head, Dawn brushed a kiss and a whisper against his father’s cheek, something so quiet that, even straining to hear, it slipped by Herbert’s acute hearing, her flashing blue glance telling the golden-haired vampire that was precisely what she had intended.

Scene! :D

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Turning his head fractionally, von Krolock gazed up at her. The thunderous look that had so briefly appeared was gone, replaced with a slow curve of his lips and he lifted her bitten wrist to kiss it once more.

Nudging Herbert’s ribs gently with his elbow, apparently unable to tear his eyes away from the pair, William mumbled, “I’m confused. Bit scared and all.”

“Agreed, cheri,” Herbert murmured, watching Dawn disentangle her fingers from his father’s and stroke his cheek with her knuckles.

Dawn’s face broke into a beatific smile, eyes dancing. “Then, I’ve done my job,” she said, kissing von Krolock’s temple fondly. “C’mon, sweetie. Spike can do his nurse-maid thing with Herbert.”

“You will rest?” von Krolock’s gaze was penetratingly focussed on Herbert again.

“I’ll make sure he does,” William said quickly.

Rising from the bed, von Krolock nodded approvingly. “We have repairs to see to,” he said gravely. “And when next you encounter the Slayer in such a manner, do so within her property, Herbert.”

Sheepishly nodding, Herbert grimaced. “Yes, father,” he said apologetically.

Without another word, von Krolock offered his lover his arm and they seemed to just fade out of sight, leaving the two younger vampires sitting on the bed, staring at empty space.

“What the...”

“Precisely my thought, darling,” Herbert murmured dazedly. “It appears I have a new and wicked step-mother.”

Re: mid-tweak...

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“Think I can see someone who wouldn’t mind it,” William volunteered, shying back a little when dark eyes flicked open and locked on his face. Herbert uttered a soft, comforting sound, nuzzling William’s temple.

“Probably not the best thing for you to notice, my silly darling,” he murmured, eyes fondly drinking in William’s expression.

Von Krolock’s upper lip curled slightly, baring a flash of a fang.

Dawn made a face at them both. “I’m gonna tell Buffy the same,” she said, one of her thumbs moving in a circle on von Krolock’s palm. “You guys start killing each other and sooner or later, I’ll have no one left and... well... that would suck.”

“I concur,” von Krolock murmured, tilting his head to kiss the inside of the girl’s slim wrist.

In Herbert’s loose embrace, William went rigid, concern pulling Herbert’s focus from the befuddling spectacle before him to the suddenly-tensed vampire in his arms.

Puzzled, Herbert followed his stare, then saw what William had seen. His own jaw dropped, his hand tensing on William’s shoulder, but whether in support or reassurance, he couldn’t be entirely sure. It might even have just been assurance that he was not lost in the meanderings of his imagination.

If he had been surprised by the mark on his father’s throat, it was doubled at the sight of the bite-mark adorning Dawn’s wrist.

“Nibs...” William’s voice was quaking and Herbert didn’t need to ask to know why, his own fingertips skirting William’s shoulder to brush across the long-placed traces of bites on William’s throat.

He felt William tremble, remembering the significance of the marks, even when they were given, months ago. Now, more than ever, the meaning was intensified and now, he wanted to add to them, re-affirm what he had said, what he had meant, wordless proof by the most binding of means.

Her eyes half-closed, Dawn’s cheek was resting against von Krolock’s hair, her expression as quietly blissful as his was. One side of her mouth pulled up and she forced an eye open. “Mm?”

“You... er... got something on your wrist...” Beneath Herbert’s hand, William was as tense as a wire, as if he could not believe what he was seeing, as if he had suspected that their... encounter would have been naught more than a brief dalliance.

Tilting her head to look down at her wrist, albeit reluctantly, Dawn’s smile was one of satisfaction. “Yup.”

And Herbert knew, from his own encounters with the girl, that she knew precisely what it meant and was entirely content with it. Whether William was aware of that or not, he did not know, but it meant Dawn was claimed, one of theirs now, in ways that went far deeper than they had before.

Slowly, he started to grin. That certainly explained his father’s mood.

“Er... Nibs, you do know... that is... er...”

Tilting his head to bring his lips close to William’s ear, Herbert murmured, “She knows precisely what it means, darling.” His grip on William tightened as he gave in to the desperately impulse and sank his fangs into William’s throat.

Re: mid-tweak...

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Clutching at him without care or thought for the presence of von Krolock or even Dawn, William’s low moan was like ambrosia, sweet, sinful perfection, every nuance carrying so much more meaning than it could have before.

Withdrawing his fangs, he kissed the wound, then brought his other hand across his body to bring William’s lips to his, kissing him softly, reverently. Blue eyes gazed at him with such captive wonder that he kissed the adorable darling once more.

“You’re mine now, darling,” he said, nuzzling William’s nose with the tip of his own. “No escape.”

“Bugger...” William feigned a grumble, smiling as he was soundly kissed again.

Finished!

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A faint, giddy sound reminded them abruptly that they were certainly not alone and while William was quick to draw back, grinning and blushing a bit, Herbert was not entirely thrilled to do so.

Admittedly, it was worth looking up at her to see her clinging onto his father tightly and looking as if her face were about to crack from smiling.

“What?” he inquired, arching a brow.

“You two! You are so cute!” she exclaimed, then she smirked at Herbert. “And you, Herbert, are a big, fat liar!” Before he could protest, she turned to kiss his father warmly on the cheek. “Told you!”

Patting her hand indulgently, von Krolock could not mask his own smile. “Claimed, Herbert?” he murmured.

“Two in one night, father,” Herbert grinned with a pointed nod towards Dawn, who nodded and nuzzled his father’s silver hair happily.

Lowering her head, Dawn brushed a kiss and a whisper against his father’s cheek, something so quiet that, even straining to hear, it slipped by Herbert’s acute hearing, her flashing blue glance telling the golden-haired vampire that was precisely what she had intended.

Turning his head fractionally, von Krolock gazed up at her. The look on his father’s face made Herbert shiver, the slow curve of his lips utterly sensuous and he lifted her bitten wrist to kiss it once more.

Nudging Herbert’s ribs gently with his elbow, apparently unable to tear his eyes away from the pair, William mumbled, “I’m confused. Bit scared and all.”

“Agreed, cheri,” Herbert murmured, watching Dawn disentangle her fingers from his father’s and stroke his cheek with her knuckles.

Dawn’s face broke into a beatific smile, eyes dancing. “Then, I’ve done my job,” she said, kissing von Krolock’s temple fondly. “C’mon, sweetie. Spike can do his nurse-maid thing with his boyfriend.”

“Niblet!” William protested.

“What?” Dawn grinned widely at him.

He glanced at Herbert, who chuckled, then back at her. “Prefer something bit more manly,” he grumbled.

“Which part? The nursemaid or the boyfriend-having?”

Herbert’s lips pressed into a line and he was shaking silently. “Cherie, let him settle before you tease him?” he suggested when he forced his mirth under his control.

“You will rest?” von Krolock’s gaze was penetratingly focussed on Herbert again.

“I’ll make sure he does, sir,” William said quickly, receiving a quick kiss for his promptness.

Rising from the bed, von Krolock nodded approvingly. “We have repairs to see to,” he said gravely. “And when next you encounter the Slayer in such a manner, do so within her property, Herbert.”

Sheepishly nodding, Herbert grimaced. “Yes, father,” he said apologetically.

Without another word, von Krolock offered his lover his arm and they seemed to just fade out of sight, leaving the two younger vampires sitting on the bed, staring at empty space.

“Um... so, he bit her, eh?”

“So it appeared,” Herbert agreed, then turned to look at his lover. “And she bit him also.” Grey eyes met blue and Herbert tilted William’s chin up. “As I see it, there is only one of our number who had not been bitten in the past evening.” Tilting his head slightly, he smiled. “I trust you remember what to do?”

Blue eyes tinting gold, William lifted a hand to cradle Herbert’s cheek. “I think so,” he said, leaning closer.